Call Damien.

Beth picked up her phone, scrolling quickly to her contacts to call Damien. After a few rings, she was greeted by his familiar{if Formation = 3
}, commanding{else
}, smooth and confident{endif
} voice.
"Beth, m'lady. How are you doing today? I'm guessing you saw my e-mail."
"I did, Damien. I'm fine-"
"Quick on the draw. I just sent it twenty minutes ago."
"Yes. I see that... I just..."
"Your fans are chomping at the bit, girl. They want more. We need something to tease them, something for the VIPs, premium followers, you know? And that's not even getting into the exposure for the big adult film sites and studios."
"Damien-"
"I'm serious, Beth. We need to move fast, get you in front of the camera for something spicy."
"Damien..." Beth tried not to sound frustrated. This was how conversations with Damien often went. He would hammer and hammer until he talked himself out, and then she would calmly explain how she couldn't do porn, didn't want to do explicit sets...and if she was lucky, he would just lament how much more they could both make and how she was a natural fit. If she was unlucky, he would pretend not to hear her and just repeat himself. It was definitely a sticking point of their business relationship, and she wondered for maybe the fiftieth time why she put up with it. {if Formation = 3
}
Because you want him to bend you to his point of view, slowly, while you kick and scream until he makes you do what he wants.... Beth shook her head at that thought.{elseif Formation = 5
}Because you want to do it. You have to say no...but every time he goes on and on, you get to fantasize about saying "ok, let's do it." Beth shook her head at that thought. No. I'm not that girl anymore. {else
}{endif
}
"Damien! I can't. You know I can't. I'm not comfortable with going that direction with my work."
"You're a natural, babe. You were super comfortable yesterday! I can tell you want to do more...to release the beast!"
Beth chewed her lip in frustration. She knew he was right. She didn't...really hate the idea of doing more.
"Brian..."
"You already told me he doesn't look at your stuff. I told you in the email, I could set up your more explicit stuff under a pseudonym, unconnected to the more vanilla stuff that's out there. And besides... aren't you a grown woman? You aren't fucking other people, it's just art." She was impressed by his ability to deliver that line without stumbling.
"I don't know..."
"We can start small, Beth. How about we pencil in a session, say Thursday? We can start small, and you can pull the plug anytime."